F/K ficlet PG-13
17. Fraser/RayK. "Look, Fraser, we tried that last night and it didn't work." for alden_k
Thanks to lady_of_water for the quick beta. Con crit welcome :-p
Sorry this is late - My neighbor offered me 60 to babysit, and she has no internet. Got home at 4Am and crashed. The other two ficlets are at beta and should be posted shortly.
"Look, Fraser, we tried that last night and it didn't work."
"And we researched it today. Now that we know what materials we need, we should be fine."
"Fraser, you sure about this?" Ray questioned almost anxiously as Fraser started to climb out of the GTO.
"Well, yes Ray. It can't be that difficult. People have been practicing this for thousands of years."
"I don't mean shopping Fraser. I meant--" Ray said as he stared straight ahead, afraid to let Fraser know how nervous he really was.
"I was referring to going into the store. Although this isn't quite how it was practiced, it is near enough. In the past people used a bartering system,"
"Fraser," Ray tried to interrupt, "I get it."
"and in some parts of the world, and indeed, in Canada and America still do,"Fraser continued. "The people of Appalachia and many people in the Yukon still practice the art of bartering. It's almost considered an insult to--."
"Fraser!"
"You didn't need to yell my name to get my attention Ray. All you had to do was say my name."
"I wa--, you know what, just. Gods, you are aggravating freak Fraser." Ray said as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.
"Understood. I'll just go, uh, buy the lubricant. Is there a particular brand you want to use?"
"You did not just say lubricant in public. Tell me you did not just say that."
"Well, I would tell you I had not said it, but that would be a lie."
"Fraser, this is Chicago. I don't know how you Canadians do things, but here in America, we do not announce to the world that a. you are buying lubricant and b. we do not call it lubricant. It is called LUBE. El, you, be, e. Four letters Frase."
"I'm always appreciative of learning the proper slang terminology of an American mid-west state city; however, not being a Chicago native, I find I do not have to use such slang. I immensely prefer to call 'lube' by its proper name of lubricant."
"Fraser, just go into the store. Read the aisle signs, or better yet, go to the back counter. Look for K.Y. Jelly or Astroglide. If you cannot find either one on your own, you may ask an employee where it is located. Pay for the lube with American money. Do not ask how they are doing, do not say hello, do not say thank you. You are to be in and out." Ray said and turned to face Fraser.
"Ah, yes Ray. Thank you for the tips. I do know how to shop though," Fraser replied as he rubbed his eyebrow.
"Fraser, if you're nervous, you, we don't have to do this."
"It's the next logical step Ray." Fraser replied as he walked around the car to the driver's side. He leaned down close to Ray, rationalizing that it would prevent passerbys from overhearing, even though the street was deserted by pedestrians.
"Fuck logic. We are not logic. If we were logic, we wouldn't be together, cuz we are too different. If we were logic, we wouldn't be back in Chicago. Hell, if we were logic, we would have figured out about this thing before we finished searching for the 'Reaching out hand of Franklin."
"Well, Ray, if you want to be completely accurate, if we had been more logical, we would have realized this mutual attraction between us as soon as we were off the Henry Allen. However, we did not and we continued to be nearly oblivious to the sparks of desire between us. Furthermore, as I was saying, it is the next logical step. However, it is also perfectly acceptable for me to, ah, feel nervous about this." Fraser stated as he stood up. He straightened his back and set his shoulders back, looking for all the world as if he had to give a report to the Ice Queen.
Ray just shook his head and tilted the seat back. Knowing Fraser, he would take twenty days from being polite. He should just spend the time waiting sleeping so he would have enough energy for the night - he already knew Fraser had a freakishly long endurance period.
He was just drifting off to sleep when he heard what sounded glass breaking. Looking out of the car window, he sighed and reached for the radio. As he called in the attempted robbery, he reached for his ankle piece. As soon as he got a confirmation on back-up, he carefully cased the situation and headed into the store just as Fraser was attempting to convince the perp to turn himself in.
After the beat cops showed up, about ten minutes after the perp had been beaned upside the head with a can of tuna fish, Ray turned to Fraser and said, "Frase, did you really have to get involved in this?"
"Well, I just couldn't stand by and allow a crime to be perpetrated directly in front of myself. As an officer of the law, it is my duty as an officer of the law to prevent and or aid others when they are being harmed. "
"Someone's gonna be harmed, Fraser, and it sure as hell ain't gonna be this wannabe-perp."
"Whatever do you mean by that?"
"Fraser, you stopped a crime. We are now gonna have to fill out paperwork. Instead of the other activities we planned tonight."
"Surely you can not blame me for this situation, Ray."
"Want to bet on that? Thirty pieces of air since you don't bet money?"
"Oh dear."
"Yeah, Oh dear all you want. You are so not getting any tonight."
Thanks to lady_of_water for the quick beta. Con crit welcome :-p
Sorry this is late - My neighbor offered me 60 to babysit, and she has no internet. Got home at 4Am and crashed. The other two ficlets are at beta and should be posted shortly.
"Look, Fraser, we tried that last night and it didn't work."
"And we researched it today. Now that we know what materials we need, we should be fine."
"Fraser, you sure about this?" Ray questioned almost anxiously as Fraser started to climb out of the GTO.
"Well, yes Ray. It can't be that difficult. People have been practicing this for thousands of years."
"I don't mean shopping Fraser. I meant--" Ray said as he stared straight ahead, afraid to let Fraser know how nervous he really was.
"I was referring to going into the store. Although this isn't quite how it was practiced, it is near enough. In the past people used a bartering system,"
"Fraser," Ray tried to interrupt, "I get it."
"and in some parts of the world, and indeed, in Canada and America still do,"Fraser continued. "The people of Appalachia and many people in the Yukon still practice the art of bartering. It's almost considered an insult to--."
"Fraser!"
"You didn't need to yell my name to get my attention Ray. All you had to do was say my name."
"I wa--, you know what, just. Gods, you are aggravating freak Fraser." Ray said as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.
"Understood. I'll just go, uh, buy the lubricant. Is there a particular brand you want to use?"
"You did not just say lubricant in public. Tell me you did not just say that."
"Well, I would tell you I had not said it, but that would be a lie."
"Fraser, this is Chicago. I don't know how you Canadians do things, but here in America, we do not announce to the world that a. you are buying lubricant and b. we do not call it lubricant. It is called LUBE. El, you, be, e. Four letters Frase."
"I'm always appreciative of learning the proper slang terminology of an American mid-west state city; however, not being a Chicago native, I find I do not have to use such slang. I immensely prefer to call 'lube' by its proper name of lubricant."
"Fraser, just go into the store. Read the aisle signs, or better yet, go to the back counter. Look for K.Y. Jelly or Astroglide. If you cannot find either one on your own, you may ask an employee where it is located. Pay for the lube with American money. Do not ask how they are doing, do not say hello, do not say thank you. You are to be in and out." Ray said and turned to face Fraser.
"Ah, yes Ray. Thank you for the tips. I do know how to shop though," Fraser replied as he rubbed his eyebrow.
"Fraser, if you're nervous, you, we don't have to do this."
"It's the next logical step Ray." Fraser replied as he walked around the car to the driver's side. He leaned down close to Ray, rationalizing that it would prevent passerbys from overhearing, even though the street was deserted by pedestrians.
"Fuck logic. We are not logic. If we were logic, we wouldn't be together, cuz we are too different. If we were logic, we wouldn't be back in Chicago. Hell, if we were logic, we would have figured out about this thing before we finished searching for the 'Reaching out hand of Franklin."
"Well, Ray, if you want to be completely accurate, if we had been more logical, we would have realized this mutual attraction between us as soon as we were off the Henry Allen. However, we did not and we continued to be nearly oblivious to the sparks of desire between us. Furthermore, as I was saying, it is the next logical step. However, it is also perfectly acceptable for me to, ah, feel nervous about this." Fraser stated as he stood up. He straightened his back and set his shoulders back, looking for all the world as if he had to give a report to the Ice Queen.
Ray just shook his head and tilted the seat back. Knowing Fraser, he would take twenty days from being polite. He should just spend the time waiting sleeping so he would have enough energy for the night - he already knew Fraser had a freakishly long endurance period.
He was just drifting off to sleep when he heard what sounded glass breaking. Looking out of the car window, he sighed and reached for the radio. As he called in the attempted robbery, he reached for his ankle piece. As soon as he got a confirmation on back-up, he carefully cased the situation and headed into the store just as Fraser was attempting to convince the perp to turn himself in.
After the beat cops showed up, about ten minutes after the perp had been beaned upside the head with a can of tuna fish, Ray turned to Fraser and said, "Frase, did you really have to get involved in this?"
"Well, I just couldn't stand by and allow a crime to be perpetrated directly in front of myself. As an officer of the law, it is my duty as an officer of the law to prevent and or aid others when they are being harmed. "
"Someone's gonna be harmed, Fraser, and it sure as hell ain't gonna be this wannabe-perp."
"Whatever do you mean by that?"
"Fraser, you stopped a crime. We are now gonna have to fill out paperwork. Instead of the other activities we planned tonight."
"Surely you can not blame me for this situation, Ray."
"Want to bet on that? Thirty pieces of air since you don't bet money?"
"Oh dear."
"Yeah, Oh dear all you want. You are so not getting any tonight."